Red Carnations

Gambling on frost-bitten carnations
A handful for the vase at home
Red blooms in a mere six hours
Show the results of hope and warmth

Indifference

I no longer
Have the energy
For anger
Or hate —
Only this uncaring.

Longing for Spring

As another storm
Smothers the city in white
I think instead of twin blue eggs:
A robin’s nest

Attention Seeker

A cat the color of ginger root
Escapes the confines of the pharmacy
And paces by the knees of passersby.
Although pretending coolness
He stays long enough
For a quick caress.

Decompression

At times
Only dreams
Act as those kind friends
Who help unravel
The painful tangles
Of everyday living

Mother’s Advice

Here is something I learned from my mother:
Non-acceptable ways of venting anxiety include
Sleeping
Eating
Anger
&
Complaining to friends
But cleaning the house puts not only your home in order
It gives you time to put yourself in order 

Recovery

The sun between the blinds
Invites me to rise from my long sickbed
And the aches from yesterday
Do not ache so much today

Aloft

A bridge on the left
It’s shadow on the river
Red tram on neither

Eggs

At the supermart
A lack of organic eggs
Trucks entombed in snow

Slow Time

On the windowsill
A week’s faded carnations
Beyond, snowy fields